Verse: Now, let's get into the mathematics behind Rapthematics The equations that turn a beast into a fucking savage Multiply the anger that makes you spaz out, shit Divide the wack Emcees that's bad at this Add the fact, I'm atheist and black Minus the wack content that I obviously lack I snap! I'm on point like a decimal I'm dope And your feeling's reciprocal Like fractions I'm flipping you Once I calculate the sum of this rap shit It'll be greater than anything thing that you make up Bars ain't just slang that we speak to talk sweet It all has to do with the measures inside of the beat So learn how to count Or you never will amount Or understand what the hell these 4/4's are about And I'm not talking bout guns I'm speaking about the route That it takes to write music So, bruh. Don't confuse it Or use it just to abuse it Like Em said you'll lose it If you're not making this a priority, then what ya doing? I'm full speed ahead, while the rest of y'all are just cruising Like y'all have nothing to prove, and Hip Hop is time consuming? I know they get pissed, at my squad and our movement Too many freethinkers getting hipped to that GU shit Call the hometeam Tim Allen, we show improvement Paying no mind to whatever the industry is doing They say I should be signed I say, "I'll never do it" They say "evolution's a fraud" I tell they ass to prove it But they never will, the reason being that they can't Downplaying science, while using Facebook to vent It makes no sense... There's a lot of math in rap Like knowing when the down beat drops So you don't pass that That can determine the aftermath of a tight verse Even lyrics have limits, so don't push it and make it worse I'm hydrated as fuck, while the rest are displaying thirst Like trolls that comment on threads, just to say "first" I treat my pen like energy, I make it put in work Gripping it so hard, it complains my strength hurts Hip Hop has an order of operations Pen Experimentation Muse Dope beats Augmentations the Studio comes last P.E.M.D.A.S. So stay patient Work on your craft to solve equations Do I have to give more explanations? You're welcome, you have just been educated Rapthematics, Jay Bee and A.K. shit I swear, It's so motherfuckin basic

Verse 1 Good mourning pupils' I know you're nervous on your first day But let me introduce myself I'm, A.K.! Or Mr. AdeKwit, it doesn't really make a difference What I need you all to do is sit down and pay attention My first question. Is what's a Rapthematician? Show of hands If you answer wrong it won't land you in detention Neither will your responses get dismissed, man Let's make mistakes You in the back row What's you're name? "It's Tray!" Just remember, your answers are all subjective Expressing your views doesn't mean they'll get respected "A Rapthematcian's somebody that loves to rap!" Are you sure? "Mr. Davis, I guarantee that's a fact!" I nodded my head in agreement I saw another hand raise up I was so proud what I was seeing This could probably make the conversation get a bit deeper I wish I had this type of experience with my teachers Chorus What's a Rapthematician? Someone that brags about their ammunition? Or somebody that just loves spitting? What's a Rapthematician? A rapper talkin' bout the crack they pitching? Or an Emcee with lyrical ambitions? What's a Rapthematician? I need to know is it about the raw flows? Or how much money ya getting? What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?) What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?) Verse 2 What's your name? "It's Kiesha, I'm just saying" "If you ain't making money why the fuck are you playing games?" I hear what you're saying Can you explain that in depth? "I just mean, what is the point if you ain't making check?" You in the front row! "Mr. Davis, my name is Kev" "And I agree. Isn't the point about making that bread?" Where did you get that from? "That's what the videos said, and the radio too..." And I was shaking my head, like damn... So misguided My opinions are subjective too Don't want to force my views Kids are impressionable This ain't a group think class Should I just give them a pass? I bet it would be easier if I were teaching math Then a girl busted out and laughed "I'm Raquel, and I'm an avid lover of rap" "Whether it's the trap tracks or the classic boom bap" "I can't stand an artist that would sacrifice their craft just to make cash" Chorus What's a Rapthematician? Someone that brags about their ammunition? Or somebody that just loves spitting? What's a Rapthematician? A rapper bragging bout the crack they pitching? Or an Emcee with lyrical ambitions? What's a Rapthematician? I need to know is it about the raw flows? Or how much money ya getting? What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?) What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?) Verse 3 What about lyrics? Kiesha said "Why should that even matter?" "I just listen to the beats, not the rest of the chit chatter..." "As long as the hooks tight and my heads able to bop..." "That alone lets me know that the music is top notch." Please stop! Yes, you in the middle row. "I'm Jacob, and I'm intrigued with profound lyrics and flows." So, lyrics matter? "Yes and no... It all depends on what your lyrics about when you open your mouth." "If I want to be preach to, I would just go to church!" "That's like saying you value Van Gogh's name and not his work..." "Beats provoke emotions, that leave you totally open, to discuss intricate topics that's not usually spoken" "I don't want to hear about the world's problems" "My life's already tough, to have to hear a rapper always dwelling on stuff" Alright, kids! That's enough, I'm glad we all took a stab at this Now open up your books And welcome to Rapthematics Chorus What's a Rapthematician? Someone that brags about their ammunition? Or somebody that just loves spitting? What's a Rapthematician? A rapper bragging bout the crack they pitching? Or an Emcee with lyrical ambitions? What's a Rapthematician? I need to know is it about the raw flows? Or how much money ya getting? What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?) What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?)

Verse 1: You see the first thing you do is throw em the bait And reel em in real slowly just to see if it takes And if they nibble a little bit and you're feeling their weight That means you got them intrigued,that's not all that it takes... Sometimes, you gotta be patient, you sit and you wait Should I snag them on the hook? That's up for debate Cause that alone can determine if you're real or you're fake And then they're not on the line and you're wasting your day I stay stuck making music, fuck radio play If that's all you do it for, then you should give it a break I'm a get back to how to do this, I got much more to say If you ain't in this for the love, get the fuck out my face Though this music makes sure that my bills are straight That doesn't mean I'll slack off just to get me some pay I'm a be doing this shit until I'm old and gray Now let's get back to the line that I threw out today, Okay? Chorus Repeat 2x: I'm a show you how to captivate Don't give them a full meal Just give them a taste You have to tease em like a chick does on a date Make sure they're hungry as fuck before the buffet Verse 2: I bet you think you got em on the line But treat this like a convict and give it some time You have to be meticulous when constructing a rhyme Like C4 strapped to their head blowing their mind, fine Now reel em in just a little bit more But don't lose your grip or do something premature Like using artificial bait similar to a “lore” I mean lure and that's what wordplay is for Name flipping is similar, but it's not the same You have to know the difference when you're playing this game I ignore simpleton raps because that shit is lame Let me guess... You're doing this just to get you some fame? Or maybe some change? I don't care if this gets me a name I can't miss what I never had Can you say the same? This rap shit isn't a fad, at least not to me Sometimes I can't sleep without rippin' a beat Or tearing sheets outta my pad cause that shit was weak You want beef? Trust me bruh you don't wanna compete To complete a track, sometimes it takes me a week To make sure none of y'all is fucking with me It's like it's passed your bedtime 'cause y'all niggas is sleep My flows deep like submarines down in the sea The more I loosen my line, the more they keep tuggin' When your fan base consists of friends parents and cousins You thought that I was buggin', because I was suicidal You was never an adversary, homie you were a rival If Hip Hop was based off survival You wouldn't stand a chance with me, fuck boy stay idle... Chorus Repeat 2x: I'm a show you how to captivate Don't give them a full meal Just give them a taste You have to tease em like a chick does on a date Make sure they're hungry as fuck before the buffet Verse 3: Now you got em on the line for sure But you gotta have the strength to reel em in some more My angle is to stay pure, spit rhymes galore Flat line the beat, my punchlines will leave you with sores I won't stop til I'm on stage, fans scream encore Til the whole GU is doing world wide tours I got big dreams, most of y'alls is minor You just want the bling bling, clothes that are designer I want people to say that I suck, so I can refine it And make evolutionists say “his rhymes were designed, kid!” By who? Nobody else but me Now back to the line Looks like you're strugglin', G Chill and relax, you still gotta put in work And be dedicated no matter how much that it hurts I got fans, you got “frans” (friends) Call me a jerk 'Cause you don't know the difference Showing your ass like a short skirt Some people were indifferent when I dropped Erp Derp Sometimes opening dialogue can bring out the worst in people What, you're intimidated by a verse? But at the end of the day I put Hip Hop first I mean... It's just my little itty bitty words On my unpopular songs in my corner of the Earth Plus I'll never shut the fuck up That idea is absurd Fuck how they feel Let your rhymes define your worth Chorus Repeat 2x: I'm a show you how to captivate Don't give them a full meal Just give them a taste You have to tease em like a chick does on a date Make sure they're hungry as fuck before the buffet

Hook: When I first started to rap people said I was hot They knew I had a gift that nobody could stop So I killed and ripped every track that I got Then I started dissing god and they said I would flop They said I should switch my style and probably just go pop I wanted to snap, then I go back to my thoughts... Then I look back on my past and realize what I got They say that I shouldn't... I ask why should I not (repeat 8 times) They said I should switch my style and probably just go pop I wanted to snap, but then I go back to my thoughts... Then I look in my past and realize what I got They say that I shouldn't... I ask why shouldn't Verse: Give a fuck about What you want? From me as an artist? That's why I never front I remember when I used to pass forth and back the blunts Living my life on the edge, being nonchalant Never questioning nothing I had a mental dysfunction Being a yes man just saying saying what people wanted to hear 'Cause confrontations is what I was trying to avoid Even when I spoke my mind My homies would ignore Adventures in my depression That's when would explore And realize I don't believe in god no more I feel like, once I started questioning everything... None of y'all even wanted to stand next to me... That really broke my heart But fuck it I bounced back I kept spitting and ripping Continued to make tracks Matter of fact I thank y'all for that 'Cause letting me go Helped me get a tighter grasp.

Verse 1 So tell me what's your inspiration? To make you turn on a beat and use words as illustrations? Do you first have spurts of procrastination? Do you murk the verse, like "fuck it, I ain't wating!" Do you feel like you're wack, or lack concentration? Or do you just snap to release your frustrations? Do you rap about the streets? You overcompensating? Do you get the urge to write every morning that you awaken? Nine out Ten I feel like I'm wasting my time Because instead of writing I'm debating... Or furcking gaming... Or contemplating Should I even rap? What the fuck am I saying? Probably nothing at all I grip the pen and go hard I rape the pad That's what I call penetration, y'all I get deep in it like insemenation To give birth to a track is what I call inspiration! Hook I want to know what inspires you To pick up the mic and 1-2 1-2 Is it the boom bap tracks or the beats with the hi hats, that make you do what you want to do? Is it the fact that everybody is screaming ya name? I promise bruh, you and I are not the same So, keep your lame Jane flows To keep impressing these hoes While us real Emcees keep doing our thing, mang Verse2 What does it take to pick up the pen? You lose your spark but you still want to feel it again The sensation that drives you, you feel it with in Or maybe you don't Is this just another trend? How does it feel when you're stroking these lines? When your words kill a beat and it's blowing ya mind BOOM Like grenades setting off one at a time Cause you're explosive with each one of your rhymes That's how I define inspiration I leave my listeners in ICU Yours, need a first aid kit Whenever Jae spits I'm on point Even when I get on my A.K. shit It's so basic And people say that I'm amazing You mad let it get to my head like if I'm blazing! I don't even faze it I can lie and say it's the hate But love gives me inspiration Hook I want to know what inspires you To pick up the mic and 1-2 1-2 Is it the boom bap tracks or the beats with the hi hats, that make you do what you want to do? Is it the fact that everybody is screaming ya name? I promise bruh, you and I are not the same So, keep your lame Jane flows To keep impressing these hoes While us real Emcees keep doing our thing, mang Verse 3 How does it feel to finish a track? You put online and there's no taking it back What do you do when everyone just says that it's wack? Do you go back and attack? Or just call it a wrap? I want to know what you're rapping about? Do you think twice about the rhymes that come out your mouth? Do you scream and shout? Do you cry and you pout? Is Hip Hop something that you can't live without? That's what I feel inspiration's about Your passion lifting you up when things go south When your thoughts are always dark and feeled with doubt When you try to speak your mind and nothing comes out It's like the last thread that holds together a shirt A stitch in time saves nine So get back to work I won't this track to be motivative To get you off your ass and get some inspiration! Hook I want to know what inspires you To pick up the mic and 1-2 1-2 Is it the boom bap tracks or the beats with the hi hats, that make you do what you want to do? Is it the fact that everybody is screaming ya name? I promise bruh, you and I are not the same So, keep your lame Jane flows To keep impressing these hoes While us real Emcees keep doing our thing, mang

Verse 1: I want to eat a rapper's face off Spit it out and say “thank you” I'm cannibalistic My rapnastics (rap gymnastics) will make you do a flip, dude When I'm grabbing a pen, fool You know I'm grabbing a fistful Spitting dumb lyrics you probably think that I'm going mental and shit “There goes A.K. he must be off his fucking meds again...” I haven't been taking them since 5th grade on Ritalin Probably my parents fucked When I learned I had freedom of speech I kept talking shit to my teachers and they weren't stopping me From speaking my mind Like cerebral linguistics They want me to dumb down my vernacular To relate to the dipshits I'm so spectacular I standout amongst misfits You say you're hungry? Well, I'm a explain to you what is the difference You see, you just seem thirsty as fuck That's why you're quick to rush to the club And pass the DJ your music And you hope and pray they play ya stuff I just sit back and laugh at ya, bruh You think I'm wilding? You ain't hungry until you pen's growling Chorus: I'm Hongry You can hear the rumbling in my tummy I'm ready to eat so let's feast on the weak I'm Hongry These wack Emcees, they taste yummy They ain't ready to compete, I'm scraping them out my teeth I'm Hongry Even dope Emcees can fucking get it Cause when I'm like this all of y'all become a victim I'm Hongry I want legs, limbs and arteries A cannibalistic artist, eating all emcees I'm fucking hongry! Verse2: I was the one in Miami on fucking bath salts Eating a rapper's face, it was like taking his mask off They blamed the wrong guy Do I feel bad about that, nah... It wouldn't have happened if his rhymes came out half raw The Walking Dead, I went straight for his fucking head While he begged and he pled, he'll write tighter verses I was already vexed Then I heard that stupid shit that he said I heard sirens, so I fled To the crib, right in the bed That's why M.I.A.s happen in Miami That's why you only got one hit form that kid Sammy So Christians wanna slam me Talk shit and ban me And say I should “Be respectful of that guys family...” Well, ok... He shouldn't have spit wack shit Luckily there's no closed casket This verse is just a metaphor For those that need more practice Cause next time, I'm taking a life, no slacking This is what happens to anyone that's half ass rapping Chorus: I'm Hongry You can hear the rumbling in my tummy I'm ready to eat so let's feast on the weak I'm Hongry These wack Emcees, they taste yummy They ain't ready to compete, I'm scraping them out my teeth I'm Hongry Even dope Emcees can fucking get it Cause when I'm like this, all of y'all become a victim I'm Hongry I want legs, limbs and arteries A cannibalistic artist, eating all emcees I'm fucking hongry!

Verse: I should have been home killing a beat Mastering my technique But I'd rather run the streets Only confided in you When I needed stress relief I used to take you for granted Now I understand it Why you had to vanish I pushed you away I know I'm difficult to love Much harder to manage I didn't love myself And when I get that from anybody else That's when I tend to fucking panic I feel all I do is damage I fuck shit up I neglected you for a quick buck Damn it Could've avoided being jammed up But I didn't Cause I didn't think with you I'd be able to make a living Now the eggs on my face No bullshitting I felt like a disgrace These are the decisions That I wish I never made But I did So at the end of the day I guess I have to live with it But in hindsight I would've done nothing different I'm hard headed as fuck Yea, bruh, no kidding And I ain't even trying to ask for your forgiveness I just want to say I'm sorry Chorus: Smooth Cat Rider Stop bragging cause she broke you facade Don't we all want to be stars and all Stop playing with the one that you love Smooth Cat Rider Stop bragging cause it's gone trough your head So smooth, but she was smart instead Stop playing with the on that you love Verse2: Now I put you first When it comes to writing rhymes and spitting a verse I'll be dedicated to you until I'm put in a hearse And they dump me in a casket Forever loving this rap shit In my life, you were always a major factor Even at times when I was fucking bastard My skill and technique wasn't even mastered I let you go, and it was hard for you to grasp it It's like I function backwards, like a back flip A part of me was missing like my tracks without an adlib You tried to tell me tighten up, I gave you mad lip Without a microphone, or a beat, or a track, shit At my worst, you always found me attractive Didn't deserve you, but you still came back in And again your forgiveness is something that I'm really ain't asking for I know there's still a little bit of tension That's because I ain't give you enough attention Despite all the other shit I ain't even mention I want you to know that I'm sorry... Chorus: Smooth Cat Rider Stop bragging cause she broke you facade Don't we all want to be stars and all Stop playing with the one that you love Smooth Cat Rider Stop bragging cause it's gone through your head So smooth, but she was smart instead Stop playing with the on that you love

Verse 1: Whatever happened to fact checking? Remember Kony 2012? Shit, I learned my damn lesson I viraled that link too, thinking it was progressive But, that's when I was vulnerable and not a damn skeptic And now I'm 27 What the fuck is your excuse? You still share articles, that's not peer reviewed You let your preconceived notions determine whether or not it's true And wonder why I'm condescending whenever I talk to you? Then throw ad hominems and claim I'm insulting, rude... You play victim so much you think I'm physically assaulting you I honestly just try to have an open dialogue But there's always that guy that won't realize that their logic's flawed Which makes me conclude their views haven't been challenged yet They get it confused and take my questioning as disrespect It's not even you, it's your views I reject You're used to yes men, I'm a man that's not used to saying yes I'll say it to your face to make sure that you stay in check Don't ever think I do this cause there's a screen at my desk I'm not even the violent type, it gets me so upset Cause when you ask why it's true? They say it's on the internet.... Chorus repeat 2x: Yuppa, yuppa! They saw it on the internet That's why they share and spread it without no regrets And when I call them out they get so upset Natural News, Info Wars gets no respect Verse 2: “I've done my research and studied this for a month or two!” Oh, you were in a lab with tubes, mixing chemicals? Used the scientific method. Double blind tests and data too? “No!” That's why the science community fucking laughs at you.... That's why I do it too I find your claims delirious It's ridiculous that you take Food Babe serious You probably back her cause she has a nice ass and a pair tits But at the end of the day She is not a scientist There's not denying it You sound like a damn clown And got the nerve to question Mr. Tyson's background “He's an astrophysicist , he should fucking pipe down!” The contradiction's thick like a bodied chick in a tight gown That's why you don't like the type of raps I'm writing now Because, I'm heating up the grill to cook up your sacred cow Anecdotes are not proof The same goes for me So if I bring one up in discussions you better challenge me I'm not an expert in any field No schooling or degrees Make sure you validate my sources before you just agree Whether, it's GMOs, vaccines or herpetology Don't ever fall victim to erp derpology Chorus repeat 2x: Yuppa, yuppa! They saw it on the internet That's why they share and spread it without no regrets And when I call them out they get so upset Natural News, InfoWars gets no respect Third Verse: Here's a few sites that you never should use Info Wars, Examiner, Natural News Real Farmacy, The Blaze, World Truth Daily Mail, The Onion and even Fox too The Bible Mercola Above Top Secret Before It's News Zeitgeist Answers in Genesis Discovery Institute Conservapedia Beware of what you read on social media Cause 9 times out of 10 they're deceiving ya On the internet....

Chorus: I'm a fucking weirdo I get strange looks everywhere that I go I say “Yes” when everyone else says “No” When I go outside, I walk with my head low Hello I want to get to know you a little Even though when I open my mouth it's all drivel I try to keep it civil But they say “Hell no” “Get gone” “You're slow” “It shows” “You're a fucking weirdo” “You're a fucking weirdo” “Get gone, get ghost” “You're a fucking weirdo” “Back back, you're too close” “You're a fucking weirdo” You're a fucking weirdo.... Verse1: People say that I'm strange It doesn't help that I'm fucked up in the brain A chemical imbalance Yes, it's a challenge But it's easier for people to say that I'm insane They don't know the half Or the whole That makes me feel all of y'all are despicable I don't wanna feel that shit But my brain does back flips I be feeling so low Though... I try to act cordial and normal You get mad when I try to inform you Maybe, I should just roll out like Transformers Or disappear like Houdini Yea, I'm gone Poof Cause they don't like proof Or me neither It eats them up inside that I'm a non believer At least I don't deceive But they say “Hell no” “Die slow” “Kick rocks” “You're fucking weirdo!” Chorus: I'm a fucking weirdo I get strange looks everywhere that I go I say “Yes” when everyone else says “No” When I go outside, I walk with my head low Hello I want to get to know you a little Even though when I open my mouth it's all drivel I try to keep it civil But they say “Hell no” “Get gone” “You're slow” “It shows” “You're a fucking weirdo” Verse2: You fucking misfit Why can't you be like everyone else? You dipshit Why do you have to be confrontational? And make everything a debate? Cause their claims hold no weight... I get pissed when people say “conversate” Aiiyo, you're nit picking Why do you diss religion? Shit, why not? They're just mad they have to deal with openly oppositions That's why they're tripping Remember sitting in my bedroom reading Archie comics and Spawn shit Fuck being close, I'm not down with bonding I've even kept my distance from my fucking mom, man That shows you how fucked up that I am To the point I don't trust my fam Or my friends Or myself I really need help, yo I'm fucking weirdo.... Chorus: I'm a fucking weirdo I get strange looks everywhere that I go I say “Yes” when everyone else says “No” When I go outside, I walk with my head low Hello I want to get to know you a little Even though when I open my mouth it's all drivel I try to keep it civil But they say “Hell no” “Get gone” “You're slow” “It shows” “You're a fucking weirdo” Verse3: You fucking weirdo Why do you have to pierce up your face and earlobes? Why do you have to wear such strange apparel? Why do you stand out everywhere that you go? Why do you have to be so into science? Utterly defiant? And there's no denying... That, I'm never subscribing To fitting in to be likened Or downplaying my hobbies Sacrificing who I am! I'm awesome I put the awe in awkward Putting words in these books like Oxford Searching...for the right combination like a crossword Puzzle But I won't be muzzled Not on my Earth This my world You ain't welcome to my turf Oh, I'm weird? Thanks for acknowledging my worth Am I hurt? Fuck that Hell no You're wack I'm dope Proud to be a weirdo! Chorus: I'm a fucking weirdo I get strange looks everywhere that I go I say “Yes” when everyone else says “No” When I go outside, I walk with my head low Hello I want to get to know you a little Even though when I open my mouth it's all drivel I try to keep it civil But they say “Hell no” “Get gone” “You're slow” “It shows” “You're a fucking weirdo” “You're a fucking weirdo” “Get gone, get ghost” “You're a fucking weirdo” “Back back, you're too close” “You're a fucking weirdo” You're a fucking weirdo....

Chorus repeat 2x: I'm the professor I'm here to give you more They give you lesser If you're a Hip Hop head You should expect better You should not ever Settle for less You should want the best So listen up Or else you'll fail the test Verse1: Now listen... I need your undivided attention When it comes to spitting and ripping You have to have a certain intention Some give me flack Cause I have knack of dissing religion Some say that it's wack Or that it's an act like a magician They're tripping Cause the fact is that rap lacks skepticism That's why I question every bar they display in their writtens Whether it's a Muslim or Christian Conspiracy theorist I feel like a surgeon When I'm dissecting their lyrics Y'all don't even hear it Before an emcee I am a critic I can like the rhythm and flow And disagree with the lyrics Especially, when it comes to stifling science But you're a fan and can't decipher the truth from their lying? That's why I'm defiant Do you ever cross reference their rhymes? Do you just say they're on point Each and every time? I hope my fans don't do that with mine Give me the pressure Even the underground says whatever To fucking sell records, bruh... Chorus repeat 2x: I'm the professor I'm here to give you more They give you lesser If you're a Hip Hop head You should expect better You should not ever Settle for less You should want the best So listen up Or else you'll fail the test Verse2: Now listen... I need your undivided attention When it comes to spitting and ripping You have to beware of the shit you're kicking Do you wanna spit facts ? Do you spread lies and spit fiction? Does is matter to you if your rhymes influence people's decisions? If not I say that you're tripping, bruh And bullshitting Especially, if you say vaccines cause autism The harm you inflict on yourself and your children Should land you in prison These diseases can be prevented “Mr. Davis, you're snapping again...” Nah, bruh, I'm just venting Cause that shit pisses me off, like it's the toilet I'm missing You can't see through their diction Because they're your favorite rapper Like agreeing with Ben Affleck cause he's your favorite actor I'm getting sick of these bastards And their stupid rhetoric They use science everyday And the facts they ignore it They lie to you in your ear And you fucking adore it Even worse You buy their albums and fucking endorse it... Chorus repeat 2x: I'm the professor I'm here to give you more They give you lesser If you're a Hip Hop head You should expect better You should not ever Settle for less You should want the best So listen up Or else you'll fail the test Verse3: Now listen... I need your undivided attention When it comes to spitting and ripping You have to have a certain intention Some atheists rap And are apologists For religion They don't want to cause friction Or burn bridges with their theists friends... My position is... FUCK THAT! Give them the business They say it's people not religion Like it has no influence On the way that they're living to be bigots They say “let live and just live with it...” Translation! They don't want to deal with it To them being passive's a meal ticket They say what I do makes it look bad for other atheists... As if I'm closing doors that weren't already locked I just want to make skepticism a part of Hip Hop I just want all the fence sitting to motherfucking stop Cherry picking which issues you want to touch on or not If the shoe fits... I hope all of your albums flop I'm not here to appease theists They can like me or not, bruh... Chorus repeat 2x: I'm the professor I'm here to give you more They give you lesser If you're a Hip Hop head You should expect better You should not ever Settle for less You should want the best So listen up Or else you'll fail the test

Verse 1: When it comes to spitting these bars and killing the flow I swear to your god, that Hip Hop is all that I know Soon as the beat drops I lose all sense of control “But wait, didn't you used to sell drugs before?” So... I did that shit cause I was tapped and broke With no hope So I had to jump off the porch But that never had an influence on the shit that wrote So my question to you Why the fuck you bring that up for? “I don't even know...” Ok... Let's move it along I never let anyone depict what I say in my songs “But you're an atheist, don't you question if you're wrong?” Have you ever read Psalms 137 verse 9? Would you kill your own spawn? “No” Shut the fuck up and get the hell on Before Hip Hop all I did was write poems Who would of knew this whirl wind Would've turn to storm These lyrics and bars The only thing I depend on When it comes to rap Better know how to count measures You can be nice and off beat, bruh Get you shit together Cause I'll say to ya face that it's wack Do better... I'm tryna fucking tell ya, cuz.... This is all I know Chorus: This is all I know To kill lyrics and beats And perfect my flow Though I learned to hustle the streets And get that dough Hip Hop's still all I know This is all I know I wish I knew something better But I don't.... A chance to change my past I bet you that I won't Long as I have a pen to grab And a beat that's dope Hip Hop's still I know It is all I know Verse2(Tombstone Da Deadman): I create elaborate landscapes with a pen and a pad And write murderous soliloquies when I’m pissed and get mad This is more than just an art form it’s a lifestyle I’ve had Since way back when all the naysayers called it a fad It’s been a steady evolution I had it while I was fucking up Was criminal minded and saw all you niggas as buttercup And stayed strapped with burners in case they was scared to knuckle up And thought that made me a man and the rest just wasn't man enough My content reflected the dumb shit I respected And the trials and tribulations that reality injected So when I say that I grew with hip hop it’s not a cliche Cause when I dropped the foolishness my rhymes went the same way And really up to this day I honestly can’t say If hip hop was responsible for changes that I made But I’m guessing in the end it don’t matter cause time showed That whatever my situation hip hop is all I know Chorus: This is all I know To kill lyrics and beats And perfect my flow Though I learned to hustle the streets And get that dough Hip Hop's still all I know This is all I know I wish I knew something better But I don't.... A chance to change my past I bet you that I won't Long as I have a pen to grab And a beat that's dope Hip Hop's still all I know It is all I know Verse3: To the empty weed bags with the shake in it To the dope ass beats with the breaks in it I'm a stay in it Never play timid Til' that fat lady sings Loses her voice I ain't playing with this I'm cemented in rap Try to shovel me out Even jackhammers can't dig I stay committed And loyal to rap We ain't splitting Til' death do us part Tomb's digging my grave I ain't bullshitting...around I stay profound straight spitting When I stopped hustling My bars were hard hitting If it ain't about music I pay that shit no attention Especially, fuck niggas, beef and silly women I've done shit to my fam I hope that I'm forgiven When I pass Make sure you give Zo all of my writtens I'm a Hip Hop head I never hop to what's hip That's all I fucking know That's all I'll fucking live, yo Chorus: This is all I know To kill lyrics and beats And perfect my flow Though I learned to hustle the streets And get that dough Hip Hop's still all I know This is all I know I wish I knew something better But I don't.... A chance to change my past I bet you that I won't Long as I have a pen to grab And a beat that's dope Hip Hop's still all I know It is all I know

Chorus: It's grossness Ferocious, when we kill a track With dope shit You know this And revealing facts I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap Grand Unified Theory What's doper than that? Grossness Ferocious, when we kill a track With dope shit You know this And revealing facts I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass There It Is Entertainment What's grosser than that? Verse1: I defile tracks so no one wants to get on the beat I kill songs, that have graves that are 6 feet deep I convert them to Wav. Files and Mp3s I resurrect them in my albums, they haunt you in your sleep The poltergeist Ain't got shit on me I defecate on tracks and get up without wiping the seat I'm nasty I haven't washed my fucking nuts in a week Or brushed my teeth That's why my bars are like rotten debris Think I'm kidding? Somebody better spray some Fabreeze Before my lyrics suffocate them And they drop to their knees I'm sick Vaccines run away from me And stds Plus everything else in between Cancer dips When the doctor mentions me You get cured And you dummies think it cause of the weed Even Ebola gives me the proper respect Fuck Kim's ass, my bars break the internet Chorus: It's grossness Ferocious, when we kill a track With dope shit You know this And revealing facts I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap Grand Unified Theory What's doper than that? Grossness Ferocious, when we kill a track With dope shit You know this And revealing facts I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass There It Is Entertainment What's grosser than that? Verse2 (Lady Assassin): I eat you with no problem, cough syrup I’m regurgitated Bile by the mile foul, assholes getting penetrated Fuckin’ in the raw, jaws locked, mic’s ejaculated Stroke it till it’s potent, spoken words lead to masturbation Now they’re waiting for the bridge to explode Lyrics the shit, strong stench they hold the bridge of their nose Miss in black, holdin’ straps inside the folds of her clothes Cockroaches getting’ roasted in they shit like some corn Fore I was born a parasite takin’ form Forsworn, a child of corn, a honey bee killing swarms Was never warm, I stay ignited will scorn Whoever tests me will regret the day they ever performed Must be aware that I’m a part of the gut I’m stuck in it can’t get rid of me won’t come out of the butt My skills infectious spit venereal nut Still feasting while ya bleeding eating all of you cunts Chorus: Grossness Ferocious, when we kill a track With dope shit You know this And revealing facts I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap Grand Unified Theory What's doper than that? It's grossness Ferocious, when we kill a track With dope shit You know this And revealing facts I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass There It Is Entertainment What's grosser than that? Verse3(Ogma): Notice his emotion flowin all through the bars Setlist is infectious then roll two in the car Jottin the virus straight to papyrus Man, music always been my beacon for guidance I'm running through the void as the galaxyies collapse Civilizations I've created screaming why did this happen? Saddening but gotta keep it moving they congruent wit illusions That'm naturally in tune wit and it's madenning Getting grosser like everytime that I do it Fluent in ethyl fluids and other manifestations Of manipulating nature and shapin it to equations Brazenly blazing cajun haze arrangement in the station For granted my life been taken I aint a complacent patient You aint given me a plate of slop n sayin that its bacon Train to be a mental Sayain 'way from talk that doesn't phase 'em Oh you thought that I was playing naw I'm workin every day in Chorus: It's grossness Ferocious, when we kill a track With dope shit You know this And revealing facts I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap Grand Unified Theory What's doper than that?

Chorus: It seems to me these niggas ain’t loyal They say they got your back when they ain’t got shit for ya It seems to me most people are ungrateful They smile in your face but reality is they hate you It seems to me a lot of ya’ll are fucking green So I keep a mean mug you know what that mug means I fuck with you from a distance, it’s not personal That what it seems to me, tell me what it seems to you It seems to me (you’re not real) It seems to me (you’re flaw) It seems to me (you and I are not alike at all) Cause I stay on my grind when you’re not on your job I keep my mind on my business (And my business from ya’ll) It seems to me(yeah) It seems to me (ha) It seems to me (that I gotta keep my distance, cuz) It seems to me (uh huh) It seems to me (yeah yeah) It seems to me (you and I are just different, bruh) Verse1: It's funny people think I don’t handle my business I dropped There It Is Entertainment, then I got their attention I was ahead of the curve while ya’ll were still fishing When I needed advice, I shut the fuck up and listened It seems like, that project was just a premonition A reminder to do the same when I need help with my vision The people that held me down, I never will forget them They opened my eyes to avenues that bettered my decisions I ain’t gotta say no names if you’re a part of the squad You already know if you don’t that means that you’re not That also probably means, I think that you’re a fraud Keep showing off for your friends, I don’t need a facade What you know about seeing your hommie get beat by the cops? While being illegally detained in the back of their car? Tell the news to his ole girl (Mom), she drops to the floor She probably thought I was gonna say she had to bury his corpse My life’s an open book, it’s more than a song That’s why you and I are at odds, and we don’t get along I play my hand how it was dealt, I don’t trip on the cards And I'll never make my life in a musical form Love it or hate it, There It Is, is more than a meme You try to tell me what it is, but it’s not what it seems (I mean) Chorus: It seems to me these niggas ain't loyal They say they got your back when they ain't got shit for ya It seems to me most people are ungrateful They smile in your face but reality is they hate you It seems to me a lot of ya’ll are fucking green So I keep a mean mug you know what that mug means I fuck with you from a distance, it’s not personal That what it seems to me, tell me what it seems to you It seems to me (you’re not real) It seems to me (you’re flaw) It seems to me (you and I are not alike at all) Cause I stay on my grind when you’re not on your job I keep my mind on my business (And my business from ya’ll) It seems to me(yeah) It seems to me (ha) It seems to me (that I gotta keep my distance,cuz) It seems to me (uh huh) It seems to me (yeah yeah) It seems to me (you and I are just different bruh) Verse2: Yeah, like I said it’s not personal A weak link can break the chain so I tightened up my circle, fool I feel stronger than ever, plus my rhymes gettin’ better If we’re not close I don’t feel I have to report to you Or anything my nigga, fall back I owe nobody explanations for what I say in my raps If you ask my opinion, you better take it as that I got time for frontin’, I ain’t sugar coating nothing Never bluffing, you don’t like the things that I say? Then fuck it, we weren't on the same page anyway I had enough with, people being selfish as fuck And biting the hands that reached out to lift them up Some people are so blind they think they’re doing you a favor When they’re really out for themselves, closeted haters Fool everyone else, I know that you’re fake. bruh Look me up I’m documented on papers There It Is, is more than a meme You try to tell me what it is, but it’s not what it seems (I mean)

Verse 1: Before the school bell rings and you go about your day I still, have a little more that I want to say Like, what make me a rapthematician anyway? Is it the fact I spit rhymes that blow minds away? Nah, that’s miniscule compared to the reasons why I do what I do To spit 1- 2s here in front of you Who ever knew I’d be put in this position Where people would buy my music, sitting back as they listen Hell I didn’t, back when I was getting no recognition I was weighing grams on a scale in my mother’s kitchen In the back of my mind I knew that I was tripping But the code where I from you have to get it how you livin’ Around that time I didn’t give a fuck about a prison Or how much pain on my family that I was inflicting When it comes to hustling consequences I feel indifferent But that isn’t at all what makes me a rapthematician ya’ll Hook That don’t make me a rapthematician That ain’t make me a rapthematician That don’t make me a rapthematician That ain’t make me a rapthematician Verse 2 I ain’t care about my own well being Long as there were dollar signs in any hood that I would be in At times I didn’t even feel like a human being Everyone else had a job but the streets all I was seeing I mean, even if I had a gig I put the work first Everything was Gucci, then it got worse People would ask me “Jae what is this shit worth?” Having my own and not stealing from my mom's purse So you jerks can’t judge me for nothing I jumped off the porch so I could get up and get something I even bought heat in case niggas wanted to creep Back then I’d rather be in jail than six feet deep And around that time, bruh, I wasn't even spittin’ And everyone had an opinion on how I was livin’ When it comes to hustling consequences I feel indifferent But that isn’t at all what makes me a rapthematician Hook That don’t make me a rapthematician That ain’t make me a rapthematician That don’t make me a rapthematician That ain’t make me a rapthematician Verse 3 I had my woes similar to Black Rob You have no love for the craft? Don’t quit your day or night job I quit both to extend my life to ya’ll Yeah I sacrificed a lot to contribute to hip hop When shit feel apart and all of the bucks stopped My first love was there for me when I had not I stuck with it like now I’ma do this properly So I cut off everything that I felt was fucking obsolete My dedication was strong, there was no probably I dropped think before you speak, this is not a hobby For me, cause when I picked up the pen again It wasn’t about getting signed or making Benjamins It was to show these fuck boys that I’m killing them They’re resting in peace with each stroke of my pen I don’t need gas to start up my ignition And that’s exactly what makes me a fuckin’ rapthematician Hook That’s what makes me a rapthematition That’s what makes me a rapthematition That’s what makes me a rapthematition That’s what makes me a rapthematition